Today was a gorgeous day here in North Texas. I was able to do something I haven't done in a while. Throw on a baseball cap, jump in the husband's jeep, and drive with the windows down (I know, that is anticlimactic and wrong. But I was home alone and couldn't take the top off myself. I take what I can get).
While I was driving, blaring the radio and enjoying the day....I was happy. I like happy. It is a nice place to be.
Later in the day, after trampoline jumping and a trip to the ice-cream parlor, the kids and I came home to the neighbors out playing. Out came the scooters and bikes. Within 5 minutes my usually tough little girl fell. She ripped a hole in her jeans and got a little road rash. Out came the bandaid and aloe. I hate to see her in pain, but I love it is that time of year for scraped knees and bandaids. The simple things...right? Knowing it was that time of year, I smiled (after a kiss and a Popsicle).
So as I sit here at almost 4am due to my usual lack of sleep, listening to my dog having puppy dreams and the ticking of the clock...I am reminded of that word. Happy.
Even when things are less than good, there is always a happy place. Something that makes you smile.
Right now....Spring and the anticipation of Summer makes me smile
walking outside to see all of the neighbors out hangin'
warm tomatoes from the garden
ice-cream parlor trips
kids all over the neighborhood outside playing
my dog,Lola, taking a sun nap
photo shoots on a lovely morning
homemade guac and salsa
grillin and chillin
walks to the park
my "laying out" playlist
a kid's baseball game and a hot dog
margaritas on the patio
my birthWEEK (haha)
bandaids and scraped knees
And that is just the tip of the iceberg. Told ya I liked being happy.